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Chapter 92

Just why should I always be the one waiting, reaching for the unreachable?

“I heard you just left with Bryant. What happened? Did he mess with you again?”

She sent an angry emoji.

Before I could reply, a call came through. I promptly hung up. “I’m fine, in the car. We’ll talk when you’re back.”

Throughout the ride, Mark could sense my mood was down. He let me be, not trying to force any conversation.

He gave

me the space to zone out.

Before getting out of the car, I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Mark, about what he said today, don’t take it to heart.”

He slowly pressed the brake to a halt, chuckling lightly. “It’s okay. I’m actually happy.”

“Why?” I was puzzled.

Mark turned to me, teasingly, “Didn’t you notice? You haven’t thanked me today.”

I pursed my lips, “But I really should have said…”

“I’m not reminding you to thank me.”

He interrupted me with a smile, then softly added, “Between friends, we don’t need such formalities, right?”

I smiled faintly, “Then, if you ever need help, remember to reach out to me. I’m heading up.” “Sure,” he nodded.

As I entered the building, I heard the sound of his car driving away.

Arriving back at Christine’s, I didn’t even want to turn on the lights. Using the dim

moonlight, I navigated to the bathroom for a shower before heading to bed.

My body was exhausted, but my mind was more awake than ever.

I used to just think my marriage was a failure.

After tonight, I felt it was a misfortune.

Unexpectedly, Christine didn’t mention Bryant’s name for two days straight.

Totally unlike her usual gossipy nature.

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This morning, seeing she was almost fully recovered, I finished breakfast and was ready to head to the office.”

she suddenly became anxious, “Jane, where are you going? To be

“Yeah, just call me if you need anything.”

“Can you not go? Stay with me for a couple more days.”

“What’s wrong?”

I instinctively felt

g was off.

the office?”

Christine, who usually knew how to play it cool, had a fleeting look in her eyes, “Oh, nothing. I just don’t want you to leave.”

Ding ding!

Her phone abruptly pinged. She looked at it and instantly became furious, as if ready to commit murder.

I paused while changing my shoes, “What’s wrong? Someone pissed you off? Or is it something at work?”

Even though she had been on sick leave, her phone was constantly ringing, and her messages never stopped.

Sick leave or not, the work didn’t decrease.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just don’t go to the office, stay here and keep me company.”

She pushed me into the room, make a call.”

“Go work on your designs. I need t

Christine gently closed the door behind her, but within half a minute, restrained roars came from the balcony.

It was muffled and unclear.

But Christine, ever the scatterbrain, didn’t realize that if you just opened the window of her master bedroom, you could hear everything from the balcony crystal clear.

“What kind of man are you? Damn it, you’re giving me advice now? Shouldn’t you be yelling at your idiot friend?

Who does things like him? With all the gossip swirling around the company, oh, a few bad words about Margaret and he’s all protective, moves her to work as his secretary in the executive office? Is he out of his mind? Where does that leave his wife?

He’s clearly favoring Margaret and totally undermining Jane. Didn’t he consider the consequences? Now people are saying, Mr. Ferguson’s made his stance clear, implying Margaret is the real deal! Jane’s been with him in a secret marriage for three years, only

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to be replaced by another woman? Does he even care about their marriage and Jane’s feelings? Is it all worth nothing to him?!”